I Never Pictured Here

Sure:

imagining on occasion
     being other,
          being elsewhere,
               being headed
for someplace
     that I could not recognise
even
     as I arrived.

But then,
there were,
you will know,
events.

And stranger things
have happened
that
I never pictured 
here.

March/April 2020

I never know when
it is,
but I do,
vaguely,
comprehend
where.

Plans are long interred,
to be celebrated, 
perhaps,
in requiem,
after this time
of now.

It is to contemplate:
it is to meditate:
it is to await,
without imagining,
tomorrow.